love poem

i started writing poems because i
wasn’t getting laid. Then i wrote
poems about getting laid, then
not getting laid and wanting to
get laid; then getting laid… & ♻.

I wrote poems about hating who
i was; i still write those, i guess.

I wrote poems about:

• incongruities and patchworks
  of things overheard , and
• the things themselves (‘no

ideas ·but in things’).

Yet i never wrote about
love. So why start now?